“Yes, sorry.”
“Fantastic. Is there any chance you could come in this afternoon at three?”
With my heart pounding like a runaway train in my chest, I shoot a look at my alarm clock.
It’s already past one.
How is that possible?
“Like I said, we know it’s last minute and we apologize for that, but?—”
“Yes,” I blurt, the volume of my voice shocking me as much as I assume it does her.
“Th-that’s great. We were really impressed with your application and CV. We’re excited to meet with you.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
“Do you need me to forward our address, or are you?—”
“I know where you are,” I interrupt rudely without thinking.
“Brilliant. I’ll meet you downstairs and escort you to the interview with Martin, our finance manager.”
“Okay,” I squeak as something heavy and unpleasant sinks in my stomach.
“Wonderful. See you soon.”
Before I get a chance to tell her that I’ve made a terrible mistake by accepting this, she hangs up, leaving me with nothing but my regrets.
I can’t work at Callahan Enterprises. I can’t?—
“FUCK,” I scream, throwing myself back onto my bed. “Tatum Warner-Callahan, this is all your fault,” I snap as if she can hear me.
I take a couple of minutes to compose myself before I lift my cell to my ear and repeat those exact words to my best friend.
“You’re welcome,” she responds happily.
“Tatum, this isn’t fucking funny. I told you that I can’t work there.”
“And yet it seems to me that you didn’t turn down the opportunity of an interview.”
“You can’t say no to the Callahans, Tate. You of all people should know that by now."
She chuckles down the line, letting me know that she’s more than aware.
“Just go and have the interview. The role might not be for you. It might be you who turns them down.”
Fat fucking chance of that ever happening.
“Does Kingston know about this?”
Silence.
“Tatum,” I warn.
“I mentioned it, but he doesn’t have any involvement in the recruitment of the finance team. That’s Kian’s domain.”
Oh, Jesus. This is just getting worse and worse.